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Anthony Lawrence
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The handsthat left their heat and shape on his back
when he entered her
now hold a slice of watermelon.
She eats the wet fruit slowly.
The mouth
that opened wide and red when she came
now opens wide and red.
She wipes her mouth
with the back of her hand
as she does after spitting the seed.
© 1995, Anthony Lawrence
From: Cold Wires of Rain
Publisher: Penguin, Melbourne
From: Cold Wires of Rain
Publisher: Penguin, Melbourne
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The handsthat left their heat and shape on his back
when he entered her
now hold a slice of watermelon.
She eats the wet fruit slowly.
The mouth
that opened wide and red when she came
now opens wide and red.
She wipes her mouth
with the back of her hand
as she does after spitting the seed.
From: Cold Wires of Rain
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